Publish. Read. Get Read.
Random First Lines:I wrote this poem in memory of my English teacher who passed away in a fire last year. » Read
summEry...'nuff said :)
By Jett Watson
A short poem describing summer, in the terms of a lazy, heat-wary being, such as myself.
I am not gifted with the art of poetry, but this was one lucky happenstance where the poem in question simply plopped itself down in my mind and made itself comfortable. It was really rather convenient,...
A history of writing back to the beginning. Lots of stuff that is on booksie, mostly a blog full of drafts. Worth it for the history.
Silence is the night until the day is forlorn.